DaVinci
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Reece/Limitless
It's All A Matter of Perspective...
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Post by DaVinci on Feb 11, 2013 19:42:28 GMT -5
"Welcome... to hell."
My mind was ablaze with thoughts as i opened my eyes, surrounded by trees and something... cold. Water. Still water, which did explain the voice. That same old voice of mine, chatting away at me chat, chat, chat...
Now, i'm not normally hostile, but whoever decided to put me in this hellhole deserved to be burned at the stake. And if they weren't already dead, why weren't they dead? They should be. After all, i burned everyone else. Why should my academy friends not burn too? God i need a cigarette.
I hear them, all of them, prancing about the garden. Patients, some were ill others simply too superior for the world. Not born at the right time. Dangerous. I am dangerous, i'll admit that. But what was most fascinating was that there were animals here. Not the patients, the animals. Squirrels in the trees, small birds of different variations. Each with their own colors, their own shades and pitches and tones. Each highly able to escape but they do not. Why not?
I find this intriguing, but as this is the only place i'm allowed to smoke, i take a single match and i light it against the side of the fountain. Carefully as i can, i put the cigarette in my mouth and i spark it, calm as i know i am being watched. They're curious as to why i don't simply fly out myself, but i like to play with the higher-ups. The ones who think they're in charge. I laugh at this thought gently before flicking the match into the fountain. So i sit here and i watch the birds and their reluctance to leave, knowing full well that if i had wings, i probably wouldn't leave either.
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Post by Isabelle Braumstien on Feb 11, 2013 21:02:43 GMT -5
Isabelle stood quietly, stock still as the rain poured down overhead staring up as the drops fell into a splashing death on the cobblestone. A slow grinn stretched across her face and she reached up to catch the rain in her hand. I'm not crazy. The fountain infront of her had been shut off due to the storm, but water still splashed inside and even overflowed, half the ficture being wet, the other being dry. With the positioning of the roof and the fountain, the rain tumbled over the slanted edge high above her and crashed into the far side of the fountain below. She was standing close enough to the stone piece of plumbing that she was often splached by the water as well as drenched from the rain that fell in buckets over head. I'm not crazy... Isabelle loved standing in the rain. No one could see her tears when she did. It had been raining all evening and she'd been dying to sneak out of her padded 'cell' so she could be somewhat free and enjoy the partial privacy, knowing that no one would be outside with the thunder and lightning. She padded silently to the edge of the fountain and sat, loving the feel of the water splashing against her, moving around her legs as it flowed continuously over the stone edge, falling falling falling into yet another splashful death. I'm not crazy... Is shivered in the cold as lightning lit up her surroundings for a split second. Blinded, she sighed and curled up on the edge of the fountain. The sound of something sliding sounded near by but she ignored it, probably an animal, and closed her eyes, absentmindedly scratching at the dirty bandage around her wrist. Having gotten ahold of a sharp object, she had dug it deep into her flesh to watch the blood flow over her skin and onto the floor in the center of the cafeteria. They'd thrown her in solitary confinement for that but she always managed to sneak out. Silly nurses never locked the door when the person was in the straight jacket, but Isabelle knew things. She knew how to get out of the jacket and knew to slip the guard cash or show some skin to get him to keep quiet. I'm not crazy...oufit! |
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DaVinci
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Reece/Limitless
It's All A Matter of Perspective...
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Post by DaVinci on Feb 11, 2013 21:18:01 GMT -5
With a smile on my face, i sat and relaxed. I took in the air, there was a bad smell. What was it.. blood? Who had been bleeding? Was I bleeding? I looked to my arms. No, i'm fine. Completely fine..
So why the hell am i still here? Why on earth would they lock me up here of all places? Because i'm angry? Because my parents deserved to burn after what they did to me? My sister deserved to be purged of the awful life she'd been forced into? I felt my hand transform and looked at it calmly placed on the fountain. It was red. My hand.. my gauntlet, my power, all in this hand. The power to tear my way out from these walls lay within the fist that he just needed to move. But with a calm exhaling, i relaxed. I could feel their prescence, they knew i'd almost lost control there and then, if it weren't for the cigarette, the nicotine, i probably would have. But now was not the time for that. Not until i planned out the escape route.
So.. where was the smell of blood coming from?
I sniffed once more before seeing her. How long had she been sitting there and, more importantly, how had i not spotted her earlier? I breathed in the toxins, the addictions, and looked at her, watched her with fascination. What was her angle, why was she bleeding? Plenty of people bled in these walls. Many for the pleasure, others for the pain. She seemed different though... why was she out here? I only ever got allowed out here to avoid fire hazards after all...
I shrugged. Maybe other people got exceptions too. Watching her calmly, I took another breath before poisoning myself with the sweet hit of nicotine bouncing around in my lungs once more.
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Post by Isabelle Braumstien on Feb 11, 2013 21:59:42 GMT -5
Isabelle shivered and buried her head in between her knees, hidden in her long skirt as tears slid down her face, her hands flat against the stone ledge taking comfort in the water washing around her fingers. She didnt want to be here, exhiled and alone. She missed her family; she didnt mean to kill anyone.. it had been self defence, atleast she had thought so at the time. She lifted her her head and choked back a scream.
Not a single sound escaped her mouth as she swallowed hard, the world suddenly turned red with blood. Blood fell from the sky, drenching everything. A deep red that bled like ink dropped into water. Violent shivers rocked her delicate frame, terror filling her eyes as the red spilled over her fingers coming from the fountain. Body parts littered the cobblestone floor, one appearing infront of her. She stared at it, it looked like a mangled torso. Suddenly a hand jumped out at her and she shut her eyes with her hands over her ears wishing for it all to go away. She wished she werent even alive.
When Isabelle opened her eyes, everything was back to normal. She still shook but the terror left her eyes and she relaxed some..
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DaVinci
Nobody
Reece/Limitless
It's All A Matter of Perspective...
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Post by DaVinci on Feb 11, 2013 22:11:42 GMT -5
Curious. I watched her shiver and panic and pondered. What could possibly be running through her head?
I took off what was my outer jacket, calmly walking over to her and placing it on her shoulders. I tried my best not to startle her, i know how things can go wrong from something like that, and placed it delicately over her, shielding her from the rain a little. Whatever it was that had been running through her head was clearly gone as i stood beside her.
"You ok?"
I knelt in front of her, looking into her eyes. Searching her soul. What was her expression? What had they categorized her as? I looked at her, fascinated, as i gave a light smile momentarily before placing the cigarette in my mouth once more.
"They let you out here too, even though it's raining? Why?" I wasn't aiming for an interrogation, i was just curious. It was rare cases that would get such exceptions. Of course, the place wasn't exactly off limits, but usually not many patients were allowed out when it was raining. Too much for their minds to cope with, they crack with the simplest changes. Not me of course, i don't crack. I'm not insane, i'm not...
..and neither was she. Not really. I saw it in her eyes, the innocence clouded by sorrow and regret. With a hint of abnormality, she was here for what could be a number of a reasons. My best guess would be family. Something about the family always sparks the insanity...
I sat on the floor, looking up at her still. My curiosity was peaked and i could tell people were moving in to seperate me from her. "You're like me, aren't you? You're not technically... y'know.." I looked to the left. I could see the guards. They were quiet, but not quiet enough. It was obvious they'd be seperated if i were to do anything that would suggest my plans coming to fruition.
Fools act like they know me.
They could never know me...
...and they never will truely understand me.
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Post by Isabelle Braumstien on Feb 11, 2013 22:48:59 GMT -5
Isabelle jumped as a jacket slid around her. It smelled strongly lik cigarets but she didnt mind, her dad used to smoke cigars... when he was alive. She looked up to see a man with messy dark hair, quickly lying flat against his scalp as the rain began to soak him. He somehow kept his cigaret lit even in the down pour, the thought intrigued her. Somehow, in some way, it stayed fiery, hot almost like a flame but less heat. An ember. It burned brightly against the silvery wetness surrounding them. Her eyes shifted to his coherient eyes.
Isabelle nodded. "I hope so.." Her dark eyes didnt break from his as he knelt down infront of her. What was he doing? No one bothered to talk to her, or try to understand. She was exiled, deemed too crazy for society to handle so she was locked away with people who couldnt even 'see' the world clearly. Her eyes shifted to the floor.
God she missed her sister. It's not like she meant to kill her, or her parents. She didn't even realize she was commiting murder, it was self defense in her mind. She thought she was being attacked.
Isabelle shook herself mentally as the man asked her why they let her out. She looked up at him, silent for a moment. Her voice came out as barely a whisper. "They.. dont know I'm out here."
She heard the guards shuffle around them, looking about herself as if she could see them in the hazy rain. Visibility was terrible in a storm, and thats just how she liked it. "Not supposed to be out here.... They never realize I can get out of my jacket.." She wet her lips, leaning forward a bit so they wouldn't hear. "It's quite easy actually, but they still never lock the door to my cell. They think the chains can keep me in but it never works..."
Isabelle looked down at her hands. "That and the guard at the end of my hall never says anything.."
The guard that was usually stationed there never said anything when it came to the females. He was also the one who liked to guard the womens shower room. She shivered at remembering his eyes on her.
Isabelle's somewhat hazy eyes sharpened suddenly and she gave him a dull look. "I'm not crazy." She said the words a little too quickly, a little too harsh and she wished she could take them back. Her eyes drifted from his. "This place is driving me mad though..."
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DaVinci
Nobody
Reece/Limitless
It's All A Matter of Perspective...
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Post by DaVinci on Feb 11, 2013 23:13:28 GMT -5
I smiled. "Join the club. I'm not crazy myself, i'm just.. a little bit ahead of everyone else."
She needed to get out of here if she wanted to survive such a place. After all, this wasn't a place for the kind or the merciful. Heck, if i'm one of the good guys, you don't even wanna know what the others are like. I smiled once more as i looked at her.
"I must admit.. this place is a madhouse. There's no need to whisper when everybody has a tendency to scream." I must admit, i laughed. Who wouldn't when they take in the air of the crazies? I stood and took a large breath before sticking my cigarette back in my mouth. It had goten slightly wet but that wasn't bothering me as i turned back to her.
"It's only natural to feel a little bit mad in this place. With the doctors jabbing you, helping your.. 'complications'.." I shuddered as i spoke. Complications, what did they know of my problems?!
"..then the janitors that want to take you away to a happy place and the guards.." I looked up. Guards. Guards were appearing everywhere. This was not a good sign, this girl was not supposed to be here and if she was what they were after, she wouldn't survive. I touched the back of my head, feeling the scar as it was once; a gaping hole in his head for the psychos to prod and prod at my head. Back when they misunderstood me. Not that they'd ever truely understand me, but back before they met me properly. Before they came to realise the true me. God i need this cigarette now!
I quickly took two more puffs before throwing the cigarette on the floor and turning to the girl.
"I never did ask your name, but that doesn't matter right now. What does matter is that guards are currently surrounding us and the easiest way out would be if i go sparko and you hide it out in my cell for a bit. Deal?" I held my hand out to her, hoping she would shake it before i pounced.
I could feel it. The shaking, the irritable scratches. My fingers were hurting. I needed to release. I needed to release and release now as i heard the familiar scraping of their boots. Their steel toes and metallic heels. I scratched a little, feeling the blood rush a little as i clenched my free hand around the back of my head.
I could feel it happening. My father was coming back to me, beating me over and over and OVER AND OVER AND OVER! GOD DAMN IT, I'LL MURDER YOU ALL! My eyes were wide as i walked past her, brushing gently against my coat before walking up to the nearest guard.
He looked me in the eyes and backed up a little, pulling the taser from his pocket. But father was too smart for that. Father lunged, catching him directly in the jaw as I watched inside, fascinated by how swiftly my dead dad could just end a person's life. My father snapped his neck within seconds, watching as the crackling of taser after taser came for him. He dodged, weaving between hand after hand and swinging kicks over and OVER! Haha! I hated my father but he sure knew how to use my body properly!
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Post by Isabelle Braumstien on Feb 11, 2013 23:33:12 GMT -5
Isabelle froze as the guy became an entirely different person; different attitude, difference in the way he moved, different confidence. She ducked her face back in her skirt and focused on the pounding of the rain on her shoulders and back. She cringed as a sharp snapping sound echoed through the air. She should have expected this, should have known something like this would happen. This place was full of crazies and one had to be a killer to even get in there.
Isabelle didnt even get to shake his hand and say 'deal', but it was a bit late for that. She was in the thick of it all now and there was no turning back...
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DaVinci
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Reece/Limitless
It's All A Matter of Perspective...
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Post by DaVinci on Feb 11, 2013 23:40:43 GMT -5
A grin had plastered his face since his father decided he'd visit. Granted, whenever i play with my dad it is fun. In it's own weird way. I couldn't help but giggle a little as i felt bones crunch beneath my heel as guards tried to swarm me.
They could try. Lord knows they could try, but they were stupid and we were strong. With nothing to lose, we were so strong. I realize of course one of them will pull a gun. I'm not worth the trouble. Not worth the men that will die if they don't stop me.
not worth the trouble.. HA! Do you not see your potential, boy? You could make it outta this place and in control of the country before they could say stop!
This.. this was true. I could do whatever i liked! Bullets cannot stop me, tasers will not stop me and the injections will do nothing to me!
I felt my head hit the floor before i realised it. The bastards had hit me. They got me. As i lay there, lightly sedated, i couldn't help but giggle a little, exhausted as my father left, defeated.
"Well, that was fun.." I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me and, as i awaited the calm and peaceful padded cell of ward 7, i thought back to that girl. I wonder if she got away?
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